The Journey

It’s like this

We come from the same place

The same time

Yet nothing is the same

Somewhere along the way, we divided

Split lives, beliefs, attention

It’s not your fault or mine

In fact, there's no fault in any of it

It’s not a race or a competition

It’s a journey

Oh yes, a “journey”

How cliché But isn’t there a reason clichés are clichés?

Because there’s always truth at the root

Just like you and me

Truth at the root

The outer setting the same

But on the inside, we absorbed too much

Other people’s energy, stuff, fears, beliefs

They formed us, our paths, our “journeys”

Until mine crashed, stalled in disease, buried under all of what was not mine

It took my power, my will, my body, my hair, and destroyed what might my little engine had left

Until I had no choice but to let that will, power, body, and hair go

Surrender to new power, will, body, hair, and might

And shed all I learned from others’ energy, stuff, fears, and beliefs

Clearing the negative, the lies, the pain, the toxic behaviors

Still clearing, clearing, clearing

Still learning, learning, learning

And I see you there, still standing where we stood years ago, lodged at the root

I share my experiences, invite you along

But you’re not ready yet

And that’s ok

After all, it’s not a race, not a competition

It’s a journey